Post by Sammy Kuklinski on Aug 19, 2018 19:32:59 GMT -5
Recuperate, Recover, Rewrite
Caden looked towards his bandaged arms with a half hearted glint in his eyes. The damage that had been done to him long ago was starting to ever so slowly catch up to him. He could feel it. His arms hurt, his back hurt, and his skull throbbed painfully. But his mind was whirring with thoughts and possibilities. He had continued to think about his time in the Guerilla Warfare. He had fought as hard as possible. But had not succeeded. And now his mind focused on a new goal. A new prize. But he had to focus on fighting with something else. He had to prove that he was stronger than his time at Guerilla Warfare. And to take what he wanted, he needed to prove it via defeating someone that was once a champion. Yes, he desired the gold. Because God himself had told him that he would one day prove his worth with gold. And now, he was seeking it out. So to take his challenge, to take his fight, he needed to prove worthy of the Gold. And Kimitzu was someone that was once a champion. A powerful fighter. A former champion. One of the most dangerous warriors. To him, she was the perfect challenger. The perfect contender. And he just had to fight to prove it. His hands ached and he looked down at the bandages, unwrapping them to look at the bruises and scar patterns that dotted his skin. His eyes then twisted over to his cloak, examining it and finding each patch that he had proudly placed onto them before his attention once again turned towards his hands.
“Kimitzu, huh. Normally when I talk to my opponents I let them know that there are no hard feelings for what I’m going to do. I let them know that this is simply the will of God, and it is through his words and actions that I fight. I let them know that they are in no way responsible for what will happen, and I apologize. But for you, Zombie. I have no such words. You are an obstacle to me, on my path to greatness. You are a former champion, somebody that has tasted gold and glory, and has known and understood the frustrations of loss. In essence, Kimitzu, you understand what I am chasing after. I am looking for gold and power. I am looking for domination. I am searching for a real challenge, and I will find it. And the person that I’m searching for...has yet to see me on her radar. She will though. Oh, she will. Because you are more than just an obstacle Kimitzu. You are a message. Like my trophies before you, you are a message of the pain that I can and will inflict on everyone who tries to stop me. And I want you to understand that now, Kimitzu, because I will not be denied that which I desire any longer. There isn’t a shred of mercy left within my body, for the mercy was pulled free by the Lord when I became his hammer. It had been yanked out when I chose to become his monster, and I will not stop until I take all that belongs to me in his name! But you won’t understand that. You’re an opponent, a fighter, a former champion. You don’t care about why I fight, and you don’t have to care, truly. I don’t want you to think about such things. The only thing I need you to care about...is that I am going to hurt you. I’m going to tear you to pieces, and leave you lying as my message. And I know that who I’m sending the message to will understand what I mean. This is my only chance to show them this message...so I need to make it count.”
He let out a slow breath, looking towards his bruised hands before laughing to himself. He lifted them up gripping hold of the cloak that he normally wore and throwing it over himself before cracking his neck. This world had to understood just how dangerous he could be. He proved it once at Guerilla Warfare. And now it was time to prove it again.
“I had to rest. To recuperate. Now I’m making a return. And I am here to deliver the Lord’s retribution.”
Post by Kimitsu Zombie on Aug 19, 2018 22:52:10 GMT -5
Kimitsu Zombie was never one for learning from books. Now she scans the pages of a thick leather bound tome by gliding her hand up and down a the pages. The more she does it, it seems less like she is reading, but more like she is just getting the feel of the pages. Finally she closes it, and shoves a corner of it so that it lies askew on the table of books. She taps her fingers on the cover, and lets out a deep sigh.
“I never knew how boring reading can be until I picked up one of your Christian bibles. I don’t know… it just doesn’t do it for me. The new testament is alright with all the messages of hope and everything, and the old testament is a little better with all that slaughter and punishment. There is still something missing. It doesn’t really catch your attention. Where are all the monsters, demons, and ghosts. There is only one god in there and he gets pretty chill after the whole prophet thing.”
She scratches her head in thought.
“Maybe that’s why I got into wrestling. Maybe I’m looking for those monsters and demons. There sure are a lot of assholes that think they can fill that role. I am coming back to Union Battleground after losing my title to face one of these people in Caden Walker. He’s a killer of men on another path of destruction. I like these guys. They huff and puff while relying on their size to see them through. They were never really tested as kids, because you don’t need too much skill to scare the crap out of a rookie. Well, I’ve been around for a couple of years, and I have taken on my share of giants. It seems to be a requirement for these big fuckers to be the psychopathic murder mayhem machines that they are. It’s like they were born out of the womb fucked up mentally because of their size. Well this one is a wonder. Caden is driven. He’s not driven to win in Union Battleground, because when he does show up there’s a pretty good chance he’s getting put on his back. It’s not even David and Goliath, it’s more of a man failing to live up to all the bullshit that was put into his brain. Now he is going to face me and I don’t know what he expects, but if he’s been paying attention, he knows that I am that force he wants to be. Ever since I… I lost my- “
Kimitsu looks down at the table to hide her rage, and breathes in and out methodically. She reaches over and grabs another book while tossing the bible behind her to the floor. She opens it up to a random page.
“I like myths too. I mean, we’re all trying to build our own, so why not take inspiration from the classics? My mentor, Tokyo, got me into these during my training. A particular one he always read to me was about the sword of Damocles. Do you know that one? The guy marvels at the king’s riches so the king switches places with him, but puts a sword over his head hanging by a thin piece of hair? It’s a lesson. It shows him that power and rich stuff comes with the threat and fear of losing it all. That’s where I was when I got my titles in Union Battleground. I fought my way up to that throne, and I took a seat. I welcomed sitting under that sword because that is where I thrive. I love the threat. I drink up the fear and use it to fire myself up. So I’m used to being afraid because I turn it into a positive. That’s why I was a champion here.
“Caden Walker? To him that sword would be like a pendulum swinging down and getting lower and lower until it cuts his head off. If he can’t handle thinking for himself then he can’t be a champion. To have some bitch or some God whisper into your ear and command you or control you is a cowardly way to live. If he fears thinking for himself because it would lead him to do terrible things, well then let me pacify that. I want him to come at me just the way he claims to be. I’ll be willing to be his sacrifice. You heard that right, folks. I want that so-called murderer to try to kill me in that ring. I want him to block out anything else, up to and including God himself, in order to unleash his darkest demons. That is the only way that man is going to be able to defeat me. He can go on all the tirades to elicit fear into any normal person. He can describe how he used to torture and kill his victims, or how badly he beats people in the ring. He can warn people about how he mangles bodies for fun, and blesses himself with their blood. Nothing is going to convince me that he is the threat he is until I see proof. I want him to try and murder me. If I come out of this match on Lights Out 28 alive, then Caden Walker is a fraud, and should go reform in some nuthouse again.”
Kimitsu slams the book shut.
“Damocles is supposed to learn something from that experience about how good the easy life is. Well fuck that! I don’t want the easy life. I want all the pain and torture those fuckers in the ring can dish out. I want the giants to try to mash me into dust, I want those fighters to want to mangle me until I am a twisted husk of myself. That’s because when I beat them, it is so much more satisfying. I lost my Trench War championship so now I am free to take any throne I wish. Be it Whelan or Layton again, I will get back on my throne. Any throne. I’ll send Caden to live the easy life instead of me because he is not championship material. He will break sooner or later, so it might as well be me doing it. I intend to find out what it will take to make a psychopath lose his will to kill. I want to know if it is even there at all or if it is just a part of Caden’s myth. My myth is just beginning and it is laden with broken thrones and titles. I will take Caden’s punishment and then turn it on him. I’ll strike him down with his own sword. I am the one he should fear. Then I will take that fear and stick it back over my head. I am going to show everyone that Union Battleground belongs to me no matter what I title I hold. I showed it enough with the Trench War Championship. So I will tie that sword up to the thinest strand of hair over my head.”
She leans back as if her office chair were the grandest seat of all.
